a readymade: east coast 2017 stenographic after the wine, a long walk through crooked streets and straight under drips of air conditioners high up, and a subway grating’s fetid breath on my legs decaying villages at midnight, greenwich and not fused into a fungal growth of cobbles and asphalt black trashbags slick with urine, and the homeless cats slumping around, pouncing on scuttling things a waiter squinting through the burn of his cigarette his unembroidered favela dense with grandiosity the squalor of history patinating its present design and darwin choking each other new york to a californian.